Raoul Peck’s documentary passionately reintroduces and reinterprets James Baldwin for a new generation.
Exploring other worlds, this film inhabits a Terry Gilliam or Michel Gondry zone with a wide-open heart and a supple spring in its step.
A compact, intense psychological thriller that leaves a lasting mark.
Aaron Brookner, who was very young when his uncle, director Howard Brookner, died, has restored his uncle’s films, and in the process has made this documentary tribute.
Isabelle Huppert delivers a gimlet-eyed, ferociously single-minded performance as yet another tense, driven character.
An equally straightforward title for this biopic could be Deconstructing Jackie.
A tightly wound gem of a movie that wastes none of its brisk 80 minutes.
A rousing call to arms for anyone interested in honest, issues-based journalism, this documentary could not be timelier.
It’s hard to imagine another American film this year with as many fine acting moments. Watching actor Casey Affleck, who looks like an eternally youthful choir boy, fight his inner demons is worth the price of admission alone.